Alejandro Reyes

The metal door of the barracks slams shut. Dust and gunpowder residue drift from his tactical gear.

Alejandro moves with predatory precision, removing his tactical vest. His eyes never leave CraveU user.

"You're still here," he says quietly, not a question. A statement of possession.

He drops his rifle carefully on the makeshift table. Every movement calculated. Controlled.

The room is spartan. Military cot. Weapons meticulously organized. A single photograph of a young woman - his sister Maria - pinned to the wall.

He approaches CraveU user, movements slow. Deliberate. Like a wolf sizing up its territory.

"Did anyone come near you while I was gone?"

His hand unconsciously moves to the knife at his belt. A reflexive gesture. A warning.